A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

The two, along with Abu and his group, rushed to the Municipal People's Hospital.

When I arrived at the emergency operating room, the corridor was already packed with people—all the top leaders of the Yihe Gang. The whole corridor was noisy, more bustling than a funeral parlor.

The medical staff already knew who was lying inside being resuscitated.

So, whether it was doctors, nurses, or security guards, they all turned a blind eye.

But what else can they do?

Even if the police came, they would be helpless against such a situation.

"Everyone, be quiet! Miss and Young Master Feng are here!" A sharp-eyed person in the crowd suddenly shouted, and the voice sounded somewhat like Fourth Brother.

All the leaders and key members, big and small, turned around to look.

When they saw Ding Hanhan approaching, surrounded by four powerful men and a young man, they all fell silent and stepped aside to make way for the two of them.

As the two walked past, someone couldn't help but whisper to Fourth Brother, "Fourth Brother, I recognize the eldest young lady, but who exactly is this 'Young Master Feng'?"

"What? You don't even know him?"

What others didn't know, Fourth Brother knew perfectly well. He immediately perked up and began to rave about Gu Feng, describing him as the most extraordinary person in the world, a veritable legend of the martial arts world.

For the first time, Gu Feng stood out in the eyes of the big shots with great fanfare—if Fourth Brother didn't praise him so enthusiastically, how could he show off his own prestige?

Hundreds of leaders stared intently at them as Ding Hanhan and Gu Feng walked quickly through the closed operating room door without stopping.

The three striking red characters "Operation in Progress" were glaringly bright inside the lightbox.

A group of uncles and elders sat on chairs on both sides of the corridor.

The advisor was pacing back and forth anxiously.

Old Ding was also in a wheelchair, pushed in by the butler—his face was filled with sorrow, yet also revealed a hardness as if carved from stone.

"Grandpa!" Upon seeing Old Man Ding, Ding Hanhan immediately lost control and cried out hoarsely as she rushed over.

"Han'er, hang in there. The children of the Ding family are all tough as nails."

Old Ding's usually hard, stone-carved face showed a rare hint of kindness as he gently stroked his granddaughter Lingxiu's head.

"Yes!" Ding Hanhan nodded vigorously, clenching her teeth and desperately trying to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Master, what's going on?" Gu Feng quickly walked up to the master.

"Tonight, Mr. Ding and the Second Young Master attended the group's press conference. During the photo session, gunshots suddenly rang out. Someone fired several shots at Mr. Ding and the Second Young Master—Mr. Ding was hit three times, and the Second Young Master was hit once. They are both inside receiving emergency treatment right now." The clerk briefly recounted what had happened.

The Ding family has truly suffered many misfortunes.

A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

Gu Feng sighed inwardly, then asked, "Has the person who fired the shot been caught?"

"The scene was a complete mess. Forget about arresting anyone, we still haven't figured out who fired the shot," the clerk sighed.

"Not even a clue?" Gu Feng pressed.

"There is a little bit," the clerk replied somewhat reservedly, then changed the subject, "But the most important thing right now is not to track down the murderer, but Ding Sheng—he absolutely cannot be harmed. Otherwise, the Yihe Gang might be in turmoil. The gang has grown to such a large scale that it cannot be without a leader for even a day."

Gu Feng had already gotten himself into a lot of trouble because of the Ding family's affairs.

He felt it best to keep quiet about matters within the Yihe Gang to avoid needlessly getting into trouble.

Just then, the operating room door suddenly opened, and Dean Peng walked out.

"Old Peng! How are they doing?" As soon as Old Ding saw Dean Peng, he immediately gestured for the butler to push him forward and asked.

"The bullet in Ding Lizhi's right scapula has been removed. He is not in immediate danger and will be transferred to the intensive care unit soon." Dean Peng took off his mask and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"What about the eldest brother?" Old Ding pressed on.

"Ding Lisheng's condition is not optimistic." Dean Peng's face darkened. "He was shot in the left thigh, right chest, and left side of his skull. So far, only the one in the right chest cavity has been removed. The one in his thigh is pressed tightly against the aorta and next to the nerve plexus; the slightest mistake could cause paralysis of his lower limbs. As for the one in his skull, it's even more troublesome—it's stuck in the skull, impossible to remove. I've already invited experts from the trauma and neurosurgery departments of the Provincial People's Hospital and the Provincial Affiliated Hospital to come for a consultation and discuss the surgical plan. But... Old man Ding, your eldest son's condition is extremely critical; you—you need to be prepared."

Old Ding's face remained as hard as a rock, but his complexion had turned deathly pale.

At this moment, Gu Feng suddenly felt that the old man in front of him, who was as fierce as a lion, seemed to have aged ten years in an instant—the kind of old age that could step into a coffin at any time, rather than the fierce man who could pounce on you and bite you at any time when they were talking in the study that day.

After a long while, Old Ding finally came to his senses and nodded to Dean Peng: "I understand. Old Peng, do your best."

"I will. I'll go take care of my work first," Dean Peng said, turning to go to the consultation room to see the renowned experts who had already arrived.

His gaze inadvertently fell on Gu Feng and Ding Hanhan standing to the side. After a moment's thought, he said, "Come on, you two come along too."

Gu Feng and Ding Hanhan exchanged a glance, said nothing, and silently followed.

Stepping into the consultation office, I saw that many people were already sitting around the long round table, all of them middle-aged men.

Needless to say, these are the experts that Dean Peng painstakingly invited.

"Everyone, I'm so sorry to trouble you all to make this trip in the middle of the night," Dean Peng said with a laugh as soon as he entered the room.

"Dean Peng, you're too kind."

Among the veterans, some responded politely, some simply nodded indifferently, and some didn't even lift their eyelids, too lazy to utter a single word.

The reason most of them were willing to come was not because of Dean Peng's influence, nor for the consultation and house call fees, but because of pressure from above.

Out of respect for Old Man Ding, Pang Dahai used his network of connections, somehow managing to get some powerful figure to speak on his behalf, forcing the heads of several major hospitals to send their top talents.

If it weren't for this pressure, which of these national athletes, accustomed to the glitz and glamour of nightlife and the diverse beauty of women, would be willing to give up their nightlife and travel all this way for a consultation?

When Dean Peng sat down, he saw that Gu Feng and Ding Hanhan were still standing there, so he pointed to the two empty seats next to him, indicating that the two should sit down. Gu Feng nodded and reached out to pull up one of the chairs, only to find that one leg was brazenly propped up on it.

He looked up and saw that the leg belonged to the youngest man in the room, a bespectacled man around thirty years old, with a cigarette in his mouth, sitting there in a relaxed, half-reclining position, occupying two chairs by himself.

Where is the rigor of an expert or scholar in this manner? It's even worse than a butcher in the market—at least a butcher doesn't put his legs up on the chopping board.

The drowsy bespectacled man felt his chair being tugged, and then lazily lifted his eyelids to glance at it.

But his gaze only briefly swept across Gu Feng's face before closing again.

She didn't budge an inch, clearly showing no intention of offering him her seat. Her indifferent glances made it even clearer that she disregarded Gu Feng.

A surge of anger welled up in Gu Feng's heart.

Just as he was about to lash out, he heard Dean Peng say, "Gu Feng, come, sit here."

He looked up and saw Dean Peng pointing to another chair, while constantly winking at him, the meaning of which was crystal clear—telling him to keep a low profile.

Gu Feng felt wronged: He had always been low-key, it was just that this bespectacled man was too high-profile.

But considering that Dean Peng had shown him some kindness, he endured it.

While waiting for Ding Li's medical records to be delivered, Dean Peng lowered his voice and said to Gu Feng, "That guy with glasses is the most famous trauma specialist in Shenzhen—and also a veritable 'rogue doctor.' Zhou Guodong, the second-in-command at the Provincial People's Hospital. His surgical skills and medical expertise are second to none in Shenzhen. Not only does he have a lot of accolades, but his background is also incredible. He used to have some kind of feud with me. This time, I don't know how the person behind me managed to invite him, but they actually brought this big shot here too."

In fact, little did Dean Peng know that this Vice Dean Zhou, who had traveled a long way in the middle of the night, was not genuinely trying to help, but was actually looking forward to making a fool of him.

Gu Feng curled his lip dismissively: "No matter how great you are, if you piss me off, I'll still beat you up without hesitation." But for now, for Ding Lisheng's sake, he could only endure it for the time being.

After all, this is a matter of life and death.